Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 305 Notes
On March 49, 3th year of the Golden Calendar, I decided to try to integrate the "fire" into my body.

Frankly speaking, I don't have any obsession or desire for power in my heart, only deep fear - the final chapter of the giant's prayer book, the destructive power that only exists in the depths of the flames, the evil god's last gift and the ultimate fate of the believers are all complete lies.

Other monks could not decipher the Giant language of the last three chapters, nor did they understand the prayers used by the Giant Dynasty in the war thirty years ago, but I not only understood it, but I will never forget it.

That is not the power of the giants, or rather, not the power they once had, but a brand new system created by an unknown being.

Saint Helenmur. Was it he who created all this? No, if the high priest had really comprehended this level of power, the Giant King's Court would never have been destroyed so easily.

Are they the remnants of the monsters lurking in the Tomb of the Giants? It is possible, but if so, we have to face a monster far more terrifying than the former Giant King.

Because the power was so terrifying that I just stood outside the door and took a brief look, I felt suffocated by what I saw.

If we cannot explore it in depth, uncover the mystery and secrets behind it, and even go upstream to catch the mastermind behind the scenes, then the Temple, the North... no, even the three major dynasties will face the greatest crisis since the War of the Gods.

So, I had to step into this forbidden door, even though it was a trap from the beginning.

On March 3, both Hiron and Yuno agreed to the proposal to destroy the Giant's Prayer Book. The temple was united again, at least temporarily. This is the scene I most want to see right now.

There is no abnormality in the fire yet, so we will continue to observe.

April 4th. My body has changed a lot recently. Those chronic illnesses and injuries that could not be cured by the golden tree prayer are recovering at an incredible speed. My weak muscles and bones are also showing unimaginable vitality. The fire power that had begun to destroy my health earlier has become incomparably docile. It seems that every breath is providing me with new nutrients.

The Supervisors and local branches have not been able to find the rebellious child so far. It seems that there is no big problem at the moment. As long as they don't step into the last forbidden door, they will not become a monster out of control.

May 5, hot, very hot
I cannot guarantee that I will be able to wake up tomorrow. The fire is emitting a terrifyingly high temperature that makes me feel like my whole body is about to burn. Death may be a good thing. It at least represents that this force lacks adaptability to ordinary individuals and will ultimately fail to set the prairie on fire.

If future generations see this notebook and my body, they will not feel fear or mourn for the death of a dying man. This will be the best outcome.

On May 5, I don’t know whether to say it was fortunate or unfortunate that I didn’t die in the end.

That burning pain seemed to be some kind of transformation. My body and spirit had entered an unprecedented realm. The shackles of divine power that had troubled me for many years when I was young no longer existed. Now, I could easily break through the limits that I had never been able to reach just by making a move.

I am afraid of this. What I fear is not only this power, but also the excitement and intoxication that surges from the depths of my soul.

July 7th. I have been having dreams frequently in recent days. In my dreams, everything is cold, desolate and dark, with only a flickering spark burning not far away.

The firelight seemed to reflect a tall back, and there seemed to be many shadows lingering around it. They made me feel very close, just like the comrades who fought bloody battles together on the ice field and were finally buried here.
They are smiling at me.

On July 7, I saw it again, no - or rather, him.

This time he turned around and said something to me silently through the air. I wanted to walk over to listen, but no matter how I walked, I was always separated from them by a distance.

I read his last lip movements—he was telling me to get ready.

On July 7, I understood what he wanted me to prepare for, and the second transformation came.

I once again felt my entire body burning, this time the temperature was ten times higher than the last time, I was in great pain, but I was willing to endure it. I could clearly feel that I was becoming more and more like them, and every time I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, I could see that the illusory distance was getting closer and closer.

The surging power echoed within my body, and I seemed to hear their cries from somewhere dark.

July 7st, a very long dream.

I saw them up close for the first time, no, I was one of them.

The deep sound of military trumpets was accompanied by the powerful sound of war drums. I heard the high priest holding up the holy book and chanting spells, bestowing upon us the blessing that only the king's bravest warriors could have.

The minions of the golden tree have already breached the Lord's Cliff in a rebellious betrayal. The ignorant ice dragon and its followers have also joined the golden camp. We must defeat them in the Snowfall Valley. In front of the never-extinguished Ashes of Extinction, even the furnace tree will be afraid. How dare a parasitic tree that has taken over the nest of a magpie claim to be eternal?

August 8th. These days I would review the previously recorded contents from time to time, and the former "me" made me feel extremely unfamiliar.

Although I am still trying my best to play the role of Bielak, the Chief Archbishop of the Flame Temple, this is just a stopgap measure for the greater cause. The so-called factions, nationalities, civilizations and even races are nothing but shackles that vulgar people force themselves on. Only faith is the way to universal harmony that transcends all barriers and divisions in the world.

From the moment we gave up the false god's golden power and embraced the flame, we became believers of the God of Fire. As long as we bathe in the fire of faith for a long time, the fire will one day transform us into the most authentic form of life, regardless of our status or differences.

Helarius has disappeared, the ancient gods have also vanished, and the heretical gods rooted in the starry sky are ultimately unable to stop the power that comes from the origin of this land.

On September 9th, the final transformation is coming.

This will be the day when the Fire Archbishop Pelak dies, and the day when the Fire Giant Pelak is born.

Regardless of life or death, success or failure, I hope that everything I have recorded can guide future generations to the only bright path in troubled times.

"In the end, he died."

Olivia closed her notebook and sighed with a complicated expression: "The 'Fire Seed' failed to turn him into a fire giant in the end. It only burned him into a charred corpse."

"This is fake!" Rody roared excitedly, "He is Pilak! The first and most pious fire monk. Anyone can fall, but he can never fall!"

"But this is indeed the Chief's handwriting. I have used the magic of forgery detection. Even if outsiders copy his handwriting for ten years, it will not escape my eyes." Shiver said with a pale face.

"What did you say--"

"Everyone."

Yuno coughed, interrupting the escalating quarrel among several archbishops.

"I firmly believe that you all feel the same pain as I do, but under the current circumstances I have to point out that, at least at this moment, the truth is actually not important."

On the other end, Xiren, who had been silent for a long time, finally raised his head and responded, "Yes, the one who died can only be the chief archbishop of the Flame Temple, Pirac, the original and most pious Flame Monk, not the fallen man who was bewitched and led astray by the power of the evil god."

(End of this chapter)